Ex husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 144

If it weren’t for him, this wouldn’t be a simple thing

Viola narro wed her cold myrs slightly looking domhtful when she gazed at Orlando

she pinched his cheeks harder.

if this month was filled with food. His ridy eyebrows furrowed, and he

Orlando’s cheeks bulged because of that looked like a poot dog with bright eyee

“I will believe you this time 11 1 find cont that you are still lying to me, I will immediately throw you into prison. I’ll see how long you can hold out before your subordinated get you out.”

After she finished speaking, she withdrew her hand in anger.

Orlando fell to the floor weakly

He was about to speak when he tasted the blood surging up his throat. He choked and coughed violently.

It was as if he was going to cough up everything he had eaten.

He wasn’t afraid of going to jail. Even if Viola threw him in, few people dared to do anything to him there. However, he didn’t want Viola to continue misunderstanding him.

“Well, if I lied to you, I would die a painful death.

Viola tilted her head and looked down at him again.

His face turned pale as he coughed with a fever. When he frowned, he looked miserable.

Perhaps it was because of the specific medicine that he seemed to suffer from a long illness.

Even Jimmy and Toby felt sympathetic when seeing his pitiful look.

But Viola was expressionless as she stared at Orlando, seeming to be thinking about something

After a while, she looked at Jimmy and Toby and said, “Who can go cook him some porridge?”

Jimmy and Toby looked at each other in confusion.

“Ms. Zumthor, I can fight for you, but I don’t know how to make porridge. I’ve never learned it before…”

Toby also said, “I don’t know either!”

Viola was at a loss for words.

She thought she might consider hiring a few bodyguards who could cook.

She looked at Orlando on the ground again and wondered if she should ask him to make it himself.

gaze and suddenly coughed even harder,

She pursed her lips.

help him back to the bed.

“Yes.”

found the ingredients in the cupboard and

back to the bed and then went downstairs to find her in the

Zumthor, do you

I only believe in the final evidence.

moment and continued to say, “Since he said that

see

“Okay.”

and added, “Actually, I believe

me why.” Viola was cooking porridge when her hand

anyone, he must be backed up by a great power, and it was easy for him to take Anaya away. If he really wanted to take

didn’t need to take the

Viola didn’t speak.

Since he admitted it directly, she didn’t

it carefully, she thought there were indeed many

 it weren‘t him, then who

up

 the

 when did he find out that I‘m still alive

 did he want to get

 is he trying to

about

“Ms. Zumthor, the porridge!”

Well, what‘s wrong?

Zumthor, the porridge is

She reacted and

the bottom stuck to the pot, and the top

then took a small

and found that the door of Orlando’s room was not completely closed with

when she saw him rolling up his trousers and applying medicine

entire knees and lower legs were covered with

about the same time as her, his injuries were much more serious

how many times he had knelt, voluntarily or being forced by her, and the injuries on his body seemed to have

fierce and arrogant man had been

she

thought back, feeling that he had done enough to make

pushed open the

with the quilt, and

his bed, holding a bowl of porridge and stirring it with a spoon as she gently blew it on. She had an elegant and

at her with burning eyes,

expectant face, obediently waiting for

but continued to blow the porridge on without a glance